Isn't It Common Sense for a Son to Break His Mother's Chastity?
In the corner of the room, a woman dressed in pristine white mourning clothes sat with her head bowed low. Curled up into a tight ball, she evoked the image of a steamed rice cake—quite adorable, really. But the way her pupils gaped wide open beneath that lowered head carried an eerie horror, and her slightly parted lips looked ready to drool at any moment, indirectly signaling her complete lack of consciousness.
I wrapped my arms around my doll-like mother from behind, holding her motionless form as she slumped on the floor.
"Mom."
"Uhn... uhmm..."
She responded when called—a basic action and reaction—but there was no will behind it. Just like moments ago, I pulled her close into my embrace, one hand caressing her waist while the other slowly slipped beneath her skirt. Unlike before, there was no hand to stop me; my son's fingers slid smoothly into the pure white folds of her skirt.
Her warm heat enveloped my hand completely. Savoring the soft, yielding flesh of her lower belly against my palm, I let my fingers drift lower... and lower still.
"Mom. Why were you nestled in my arms earlier?"
She flinched! Even with her consciousness blurred by the Monghwancho and no real stimulation, the woman's body in my arms trembled faintly. Through my experiments so far, I already knew what triggered such reactions. It happened with stimuli strong enough to push back the drug's effects, or massive shame, or when something utterly uncompromising—forged over long years—was touched. It was her subconscious realizing something was wrong... but since she never fully woke, I just grinned wickedly and shoved my hand deeper under her skirt.
"Mom."
I whispered into the ear of the female creature called Mom, her head tilted awkwardly against my chest.
"Mom. Answer me."
Without waiting for a reply, I curled the fingers I'd thrust under her skirt like a hook, scraping at the mound of her pussy wrapped in thin undergarments.
Squelch!
"Hng...!"
Stimulated at such a sensitive spot, Mom let out a lewd whimper, her dangling feet twitching and shaking. Then, like a cartwheel grinding back to life in her head, she began to answer my question.
"I... I said it's a parent's duty to indulge a child's whims..."
"Hmm..."
I'd never imagined she'd cling to her maternal instincts even in that state. She truly was a woman of noble perfection, like something out of a painting. But I knew the truth. The mother nestled in my arms had slowly been turning into a woman.
"Liar."
As punishment for lying, I pressed my fingers harder, forcing them—along with her undergarments—into the deep cleft between her legs.
"Ah...!"
Just as steadfast as her lofty chastity, her pussy clenched fiercely around my intruding fingertips, trying to push them out. Normally, I'd stop there, but not today. Like tugging on a rope, I pried open her tightly sealed mound and slowly pushed my fingers inside.
"Ah... huh? Ah... aaah...!"
Mom's waist stiffened rigidly in my arms, her sprawled legs scraping against the floor as tension rippled through them. I could see her dainty toes twitching, straining. It had been so long forgotten that the stimulation felt utterly alien yet achingly familiar—her 'womanly' part was responding. Proof came as her undergarments, shoved inside along with my fingers, began to soak up moisture bit by bit.
"Mom. If you don't tell the truth, I'll punish you worse. Why did you stay nestled so quietly?"
"Ah... ahh...! I... I don't know. I really don't kn—hnggh!"
As my fingers delved deeper into her pussy, Mom's head tilted back slowly, her words spilling out in frantic, desperate bursts. It seemed she'd endured her loneliness alone for so long that she hadn't even recognized her own feelings. Staring down at the woman stiffening like a wooden statue in my arms, I leaned in close—lips nearly brushing hers—and said,
"Don't play dumb. You know. You stayed still because you sensed the ecstasy this would bring, right?"
To show her what this was, I rammed my fingers—all the way to the root—deep into her pussy in one swift motion.
"Oooohk??!!"
Mom's eyes bulged wide, nearly tearing as a low, bizarre wail erupted from her throat. At the same instant, her waist and legs locked straight, her hips lifting slightly off the floor in shuddering spasms. It was as if she were impaled on a hot iron rod—any twitch bringing waves of overwhelming torment she couldn't escape.
I crushed my mouth against her thick, rosy lips, parted wide in shock.
"Mmwah."
"Hngh...!"
Her head thrown back, staring upward—while her son's mouth sealed over hers, muffling her. A stifled moan leaked from between our joined lips before vanishing. It was just a light kiss, but I had no intention of keeping it light. I parted my lips wider, thrusting my coiled red tongue into her mouth.
"Slurp, schluuurp... mmmph, smack smack. Lick lick."
"Hnnngh, mmph... mmm... uhn! Hahp, mmph...!"
Trapped in my arms, the pitiful widow shuddered violently, her whole body tensing. Just my tongue plunged above and a single finger below—and this once indomitable woman could do nothing but moan helplessly, no thrashing escape.
"Mmph... mmph! Ngh...!"
Instinctively repelled by her son's rampaging tongue in her mouth, Mom spewed urgent, muffled whimpers endlessly. Ignoring it, I stretched my tongue-tip like a finger, tasting every corner of her mouth. I pressed lightly against her soft, freshly steamed rice cake lips... tapped playfully along her even teeth like a piano. Her tongue, slick with saliva from her uncontrollable trembling, tried to flee in shame when I squeezed it. Chasing it like tag, my tongue darted wildly—making her porcelain cheeks bulge oddly in tongue-shaped bulges now and then.
Squeeze! Press! Press!
As the kiss dragged on and my tongue thrashed harder, Mom tensed her entire body fiercely each time—and delightfully, her pussy clenched tight around my buried fingers in response. So entertaining.
"Guh... guh-hngh, hnnngh..."
From the lips of the woman shivering in my arms came the sound of her breath faltering, on the verge of breaking. She'd kept missing her chances to inhale amid my devouring sucks, licks, and saliva floods. Only when tears like dew trickled from her moon-round, swollen eyes—and our mouth corners glistened with drool—did the kiss finally end.
"Hoo..."
"Hahhhk! Haah! Haah! Haah!"
My satisfied exhale harmonized with her desperate pants. The female body twitching in my arms went limp, collapsing fully to the floor. The vise-like grip of her pussy eased slightly—but still clenched tighter than any virgin's.
Squelch!
"Hnght?!"
Slowly withdrawing my fingers from her pussy—along with her undergarments—a wickedly obscene, sticky squelch echoed from beneath her white mourning skirt. The front of her skirt darkened slowly with her leaked juices, clinging to her thighs. The outline of her plump mound and lewd thigh curves protruded enticingly through the fabric—an intoxicating sight.
Pulling my hand from her skirt, one of my five fingers gleamed especially slick with her fluids.
"Mom. After a few days without touching, were you that starved? It's a downright flood."
Just a kiss and one finger—yet she'd soaked her crotch enough for my cock to slide right in without issue. Slumped in my arms, Mom panted with a dazed expression, as if clueless to what had happened. The gap from her usual chaste widow poise stirred such delicious taboo thrill.
I brought my glistening, juice-coated finger to her lips.
"Mom. Suck it clean."
"Hnn... hngh...?"
Her teary eyes trembled, pupils unfocused, as if she couldn't grasp my words.
"Hurry and suck. Or I'll punish you bigger."
She flinched! The word 'punish' got a reaction. She must think she'd been punished earlier for not answering. Her hot breath puffing, her mouth slowly parted—taking my hovering finger inside.
"Smooch."
With vacant, hazy eyes, Mom began slowly sucking the thick coating of her own nectar from her son's finger.
"Eat every bit off my finger."
"Uhn... hngh..."
Whimpering like a sulky child, she stretched her mouth wide to engulf my whole hand—I pulled back slightly.
"Don't lift your head. Suck and lick."
Understanding to use her tongue, she suckled my fingertip like a baby at first—then wrapped her red tongue slowly around it, sliding upward. The rough texture tickling my entire finger made my cock throb, straining upward.
"Smack, sluuuurp, lick lick lick. Haa, hngh... mmm, smooooch..."
In the quiet room, only the lewd sounds of Mom sucking and licking her son's fingers echoed softly.